I’m not a big baseball fan, but my friend Jay got a handful of free tix to tonight’s Giants game against the Padres. The advantage of a having a friend who is gainfully employed by a corporate advertising whore is the free shit he occasionally is constantly peppered with. I hadn’t been to a game in PacBell park in quite awhile, and was a little surprised by the $5 hotdogs and $8 beers. Word to the wise, you can get Guiness now and it’s the same $8 as domestic pisswater. I guess gouging the populance is about as American as an institution can get. So is sneeking beers into the stadium. I digress, the worthy moment of the evening was when Barry Bonds hit his 666th homerun. Wow. I’m not big on numerology, but I know more than a few friends who will find special significance in this. I only wish I was armed with my camera to capture the moment the giant 666 flashed on the scoreboard. I was half-expecting Beelzebub himself to come crawling out of the bay and hurl fireballs everywhere. Instead, we just got rain.
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